League of Legends Millennium Warlord Chapter 315

"I smell cowardice in your soul, but a cowardly person chooses to take a sword and let the ghast successfully parasitize. Whether it is the past or the future, you are just a loser, no matter how many times you are reincarnated or reincarnated, the result will be Never change, you're a coward..."

Attacked by the vicious language of the messenger from the underworld, Doron bowed his head in pain, and his severely damaged soul body began to flicker.

"Wolf! Enough!"

I don't know when, the sheep spirit who stopped walking has come to the wolf spirit's side, with a sad face.

"This is our duty and the meaning of our existence. I originally thought that you could understand... but you take out an innocent soul."

"sheep……"

Staring at the sheep in front of him, the wolf took two steps back, opened his mouth not knowing what to say, and closed it slowly, he found that he had no position to complain,

From the beginning to the end, it is only the sheep who is leading and giving everything, it is the sheep who is planning and carrying out the task of the mother of masks, and I can only assist the sheep in the battle.

The most difficult part has always been the sheep. This time, it was the sheep who persuaded the human who was tainted with sheep's breath to save Duolong's soul. As for what he paid for, the most painful thing was probably the sheep. What qualifications do you have to insinuate your dissatisfaction with the sheep by complaining about the human soul?

"sheep……"

The overwhelmed wolf was about to cry, and the next moment, the sheep gently embraced the wolf's head.

Yang Ling's voice was as clear and ethereal as ever, but it was also a little more emotional.

"hold your hand."

"Symbiosis with children."

In the arms of the sheep, the wolf gradually calmed down.

"A sincere heart is enough to overcome everything else. Everything else is illusory. Our roots, though thousands of years old, can't be broken..."

Duolong stared at the two envoys from the underworld hugging each other with empty eyes. He couldn't help but recall the men and women who always swayed and slashed in front of him before his death. The love sword that he made has long been separated from his own yin and yang, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Although the memory is a little confusing, it seems that I have done something irreparable wrong...

When I came back to my senses, I had nothing left.

"[Duanxi], he must be better than me... Forget me and follow your new master."

When the two who had been complaining to each other finally recovered their emotions, Duolong, who was a little lonely, continued on the road.

I don't know how long I have been gone, and an illusory, whirlpool-like door appeared in front of me.

Stepping through the gray fog-like illusory door, Doron found that the world here seems to be more real than the previous world. In addition to the ghost grass, there are many unimaginable strange plants, most of which are dark and gray in color.

After passing the plants in front of him, he soon noticed the back of a figure sitting cross-legged, and he could no longer take his eyes away.

That was the back that he remembered all his life, that back, called Master.

Suffocating grief flooded his heart, and Doron, who couldn't cry, sank his knees to the ground, and knocked his head against the back without saying a word.

I don't know if everything in front of me is an illusion, Doron knows that he has to do it, even if it is an illusion, this is an illusion he is willing to see.

Although he didn't hear any sound, his back suddenly stood up and looked behind him, his face tense and solemn, not the humble attitude he used to ask Qian Jue before.

"Doron, you're here."

The Yonghun twins left quietly, leaving the time and space to the reunited master and apprentice.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, Master, I didn't know that would kill you... I'm sorry..."

Staring at the apprentice who kept kowtowing to himself and admitting his mistakes, Kaledro couldn't continue to maintain his 'majesty', so he quietly walked a few steps to Doron's body, and when Doron raised his head, he resumed his unhurried slowness. Stepping, always maintaining the demeanor of a grandmaster, when he came to Doron, Kaledro finally put his hand on Doron's head and stroked it a few times, as if he was talking to himself about his grievances when he was young.

He knew that when his apprentice was lost, he liked himself to comfort him so much.

He did the same when he broke the wooden knife.

The man in front of him looked tall and big. After all, he was just a child. Sure enough, it was right to wait for him here. These 23 years of sitting with us are not meaningless...

"Master doesn't really blame you, it's the master's fault that you didn't understand when you can use the killing sword move, the master knows, you just want to surprise the master, your talent in swordsmanship, the master understands, you don't really need it What to prove, Master has always understood that you are the best."

Pulling up Doron, who was kneeling on the ground, Khaledo raised his head proudly.

"After all, you are the disciple I personally liked, how could you not understand your talent, in less than 20 years, your achievements in swordsmanship have already surpassed Master's forty years of practice.

Master didn't take your lethal sword, not because I didn't react, but I really couldn't take it. As a swordsman, after dying by such a stunning sword, Master has nothing to humiliate, but for you Proud, the style of that sword, you are far better than me, I just regret that I left too early, I didn't see your higher achievements, also, hurt you, let the world lose a swordsman... "

"Uuuuuu..."

Although he couldn't see the tears, Kaleidro knew that his disciple was crying, so he patted the disciple's shoulder and said solemnly.

"Let him pass everything in the past, Duolong, life is impermanent and ill-fated, and today, it is not what you and I want.

Time is like a white horse passing by. For swordsmen like me, the length of life is not important. The important thing in one's life is to live a wonderful life.

In the first half of my life, I, Kalezhuo, created my own killing swordsmanship, and I have traversed Ionia for more than 20 years.

I accepted you as an apprentice in the second half of my life. The daily swordsmanship professors get twice the result with half the effort, and the swordsmanship sects exchange and exchange views. You are unmatched. Yes, it's just that you suffered, because of obsession, wandering alone for more than 20 years, wasting your life in vain..."

"Wow wow wow!!!!"

Duolong hugged the man in front of him hard, only to feel that the sadness was coming from it and could not be cut off.

In the shadows, Yang Ling and Lang Ling looked at the master and apprentice with pure temperament, and they were also a little moved.

"Sheep, before we put on the mask, did we also support each other and depend on each other for life and death?"

The right hand brushed the wool on the chest, and the fingertips seemed to still have the residual warmth of humans, and the voice of the sheep spirit was very soft.

"The relationship between you and me has never changed."

Underworld.

The rough blue-gray gravel rolls in the wind, and the messy whispers come and go. This is the wasteland of the soul, and there is nothing but dead silence.

Doron followed Kaledjo, Kaledjo followed behind the Masked Twins, and the two spirits left the underworld and went deeper together.

This is a world belonging to the dead, called the [Underworld].

The fog was still foggy at the end, and even though Doron and Kaleidro were extraordinarily determined, they felt a little uneasy as they embarked on the unknown underworld road in the irritable and evil whispers.

A few looming silhouettes emerged from a distance, but soon disappeared.

As a native Ionian with a very powerful master, Doron naturally knew the Ionian legend about the Mother of Masks.

What makes Doron care about is that, in theory, the underworld should be the domain of the mother of masks, and it should be safe. However, the fact is that after arriving in the underworld, the **** of death wearing a mask, the messenger of the underworld is a bow. Arrow, showing sharp teeth, became more vigilant.

He didn't walk, didn't speak, he just watched his surroundings with murderous intent.

Doron looked in the direction of the mask spirit and found nothing but fog and gravel.

He didn't understand what the mask spirit was waiting for, what enemy to be wary of.

According to Doron's estimation, after waiting for about a few minutes, the fog began to surge, and a white-gray path appeared in front of him.

"Go, lost souls, your path is ahead."

Seeing the trail appeared, Yang Ling was obviously relieved, and waved to the two souls who bowed their heads to thank him.

After the two souls crossed the path, they would directly reach the realm of the Mother of Masks. Even if they crossed each other, the wolf was a little puzzled as to why the sheep did not leave. Although they were not afraid of the enemies of the underworld, they did not want to live longer. somethin.

"Wolf, I need to meet the Mother of Masks. You also need to go to Noxus to capture the soul. You should leave first."

Guessing that the sheep spirit might be reporting something to the mother of masks, the wolf didn't think much, then passed through the passage and left the underworld.

After the wolf left, the sheep set foot on the gray-white path that had not disappeared and disappeared into the thick fog.

The great will floated in the mist, constructing a peculiar picture.

Like the Milky Way, the numerous souls wandered around the tall body of hundreds of meters, forming countless light blue soul bands.

The tall master stooped, sitting cross-legged on the ground, wearing a robe made of yellow-brown ghost grass, his long purple-gray hands kept fiddling with the light blue spirits that were close to his limbs, and some spirits dissipated. Some souls are instead strengthened, and then slowly disappear.

A huge mask covers the face of the master of the body, and the eternal blue soul light flickers from the two holes in the mask.

At a certain moment, a white-gray path extended into an absolutely safe area. The huge mask turned its head and looked at the two new souls, as well as his most reliable creation, the most intelligent, who followed the souls. And the mask spirit of ability - [Mirror Claw] (Kin Jue's name in front of the Mother of Masks).

The soul that has fallen into rest will gradually eliminate the memory and soul impurities of the previous life in a slow circling. The mother of the mask just marks the soul on another person who has passed the test and has not been marked, and then ignores it. A soul returned to the long river of souls and began to float,

Although there are not many people marked in this way, there are not many people. Each one requires extra energy to deal with. Even the mother of masks is difficult to do both.

"Mirrorpaw, my daughter, come here."

The deep Ouchen language echoed in the field, and the white-gray path slowly disappeared.

Sheepling nodded and came to the feet of the Mother of Masks.

Compared to her mother, she was a tiny speck of dust, not even taller than her mother's toes.

"Mother."

There was not much respect in the daughter's tone, but the mother's movements were extraordinarily soft.

Putting down the work in her hand, the mother of masks deliberately freed up her left hand for her daughter, and when her daughter jumped on her left hand, she held it in front of her with a soft tone.

"Mirror Claw, my favorite daughter, as busy as you, is rare."

Kneeling on one knee in the palm of the Mother of Masks, Yang Ling lowered her head.

"Mom, I want to mark a soul that I just sent. Her name is Xiyue, and she is also the special soul that you marked, mother."

The Mother of Masks did not directly agree.

"My daughter, her soul is guarded by [Xie Xiao], you don't need to do anything more."

The so-called [Void Spirit Evil Owl], the eagle-headed human body, is the last mask spirit created by the Mother of Masks, and it is also the nightmare of other mask spirits. Its main responsibility is to hunt and kill masks that have lost all stories and legends and whose names have been forgotten. spirit.

The Void Spirit Evil Owl is the existence that other masked spirits are most afraid of, and is the **** of death among the gods of death.

Although the imaginary evil owl is scary, the sheep spirit is respectful, but never afraid.

The complexion remained the same, but the tone of the mirror claw was very firm.

"Xizue's soul mark is the price for me to take back Doron's soul. Mom, please give me Xiyue's soul."

Hearing the unquestionable tone in Mirror Claw's tone, the Mother of Mask hesitated, but she heard Yang Ling continue.

"Mom, I have established a connection with an extraterritorial soul. Xiyue is the most important link. I must not give up all my efforts. Perhaps this extraterritorial soul is the key to resisting the underworld lord."

After finally persuading the Mother of Masks, with the right hand of the Mother of Masks unfolding, a light blue soul floated in the river of souls and landed in the palm of her hand. There was still a faint face in the material realm, it was Xiyue.

The mark belonging to Xie Xiao was forcibly erased, the mother of masks whispered.

"My daughter, she'll leave it to you."

Nodding, Yang Ling jumped on his right hand and planted his own kindred mark on Xiyue's soul.

In this way, the transaction between her and the extraterritorial soul is completed, and there is no need to continue to stay in the realm of the Mother of Masks. Her 'mother' is very busy, and she is also very busy.

When Xiyue's soul returned to the long river again, Yangling said goodbye to the mother of masks, left the realm of the mother of masks, and returned to the wasteland of the underworld.

Each teleport will appear in a different location.

Different from the calm at the beginning, the underworld wasteland at this moment is a bit more chilling.

As soon as he came out, Yang Ling raised the spiritual bow in his hand, the bow curved like a full moon, and the three arrows shot directly into the distance.

Five underworld ghost knights wearing dark-style ancient armor and holding lances and halberds raised their one-handed round shields indifferently. The knights rode ghostly human-faced horses refined from the souls of low-level slaves, forming the simplest form. The wedge-shaped cavalry formation launched a decisive attack on Yang Ling with the violent momentum of thousands of troops.

The horse's hooves lightly stepped on the loose soul sand, and the speed increased rapidly~www.mtlnovel.com~ Obviously, the laws of the underworld are completely different from the laws of the material realm.

The three arrows that can kill the soul of the dead in an instant and seriously injure the consciousness of the living successfully hit the two ghost knights, together with the ghostly human-faced horse under their crotch, and the soul flew away in a violent howl.

The other arrow of death was blocked by the headed plate cavalry general with a round shield, and a mourning skeleton face appeared on the round shield, and then dissipated together with the arrow of death.

"It's the Eternal Hunting Twins, she is alone, catch her! (Lachen language, born out of Ouchen language, a language of the underworld created by Morde Caesar, the king of the underworld, after being castrated by the king of the underworld, lost The law of power that comes with Ouchen language, but retains the function of making ghosts communicate.

In just a few breaths, the tall ghost knight rushed in front of the sheep spirit and chopped down the weapon in his hand heavily. All movements were silent, but extremely oppressive.

A tumbling dodged the two soul lances and the spearhead spearhead, and Lamb Ling bowed again and shot three arrows.

The two ghost knights who didn't have time to turn their horses were caught in the center, and their souls were scattered. Only the cavalry general blocked the arrow of death flying towards the chest with the halberd.

Seeing that his fellow warriors had died, and the possibility of defeating the messenger of the underworld was very slim, the cavalry general held high the halberd, burned his soul, his momentum skyrocketed, and even his horse and man turned into a streamer and rushed towards the sheep spirit.

"The Avenue of Bones guides my direction! The Skull Throne casts scarlet glory! The gates of the Immortal Court are open for me! The Dark Lord is watching my great deeds!

For the Dark Lord! For Mordekaiser!

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